INT. PHIL'S BEDROOM - DAY

Phil sits on his bed noodling with his guitar. He has the newspaper on the floor and glances at it over the top of the guitar.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Folk songs, folk songs . . . Crap! I don't know
                                any folk songs.
                                                           (focuses on the newspaper)
                                Hey! Lyndon Baines Johnson, Lady Bird Johnson,
                                Lynda Bird Johnson and Luci Baines Johnson?
                                They all have the same initials. How weird!

Phil's Dad walks past the bedroom door, sees the newspaper and stops.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                There's the newspaper. What's it doing in here?

                                                                 PHIL
                                I'm reading it.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                Great day in the morning, what next? So, what's
                                up?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Nothin'.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                Y'know, I've been meaning to speak to you.
                                                           (he comes in and sits
                                                           down on the bed)
                                So, Phil, what are you doing? You've been out
                                of high school for six months.

Phil sighs.


                                                                 PHIL
                                I'm working at the shoe store. Knockin' 'em
                                dead, too.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                What does that mean?

                                                                 PHIL
                                It means, Dad, that working at the shoe store is
                                a bore.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                You don't like it? Find another job.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Like what? Working in a gas station?

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                Well, don't you have some goal? Some ambition?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (guffaws)
                                Yeah, I wanna be president and get my brains
                                blown out.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                                           (shocked)
                                That's not nice.

                                                                 PHIL
                                It sure wasn't.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                What's with you?

                                                                 PHIL
                                What?

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                Now come on, you must care about something?


                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (timidly)
                                Well . . .

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                Yeah? Go on.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Well, I like playing the guitar.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                                           (confused)
                                You took lessons for about three weeks, then
                                dropped out. How serious can you be about that?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (serious)
                                Hey! People can be serious about things in their
                                own ways, can't they?

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                                           (unconvinced)
                                I suppose. Look, Phil, what about college?

His Father lights a Viceroy cigarette.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah, well . . . I'll probably go to community
                                college in the fall.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                I meant, a university. What about State? I
                                went to State.

Phil points at his Dad's cigarettes.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Could I have cigarette?

His Dad shakes a cigarette out of the pack and gives him one.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                You smoke too much.

                                                                 PHIL
                                So do you. I didn't get into State.

His Dad lights Phil's cigarette with a match, then his own.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                If your grades are good at the community college
                                you could get in.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah? Well . . .

Phil shrugs and puffs on his cigarette.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                You just don't care, do you?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Not about that.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                So what do you care about?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Hey! Come on, Dad, lay off, will ya?

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                Fine. So what are you doing tonight?

                                                                 PHIL
                                I have a date.

His Dad grabs the wastebasket and uses it as an ashtray.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                Really? Have I met her?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Uh-uh. I just met her today at the music store.
                                She's a cute folkie girl that's really committed to
                                all kinds of things.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                                           (interested)
                                Really? Like what?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (waves his hand)
                                Oh, you know, Negroes and equality and things like
                                that.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                                           (impressed)
                                Yeah, things like that. Well, she sounds interesting.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah, she is. And cute, too.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                Maybe you should become a folkie, then you'd
                                be committed to all kinds of things, too.

                                                                 PHIL
                                I've been thinking about it.

The conversation grinds to an uncomfortable halt. They both sit there looking at each other. Finally, his Dad points at the guitar.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                Go on, Elvis, play something.

Phil quickly considers for a moment, then hits upon a possibility.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Wait a minute.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                What?

                                                                 PHIL
                                I think I've got it!

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                What?


                                                                 PHIL
                                What song to play.

Phil opens his beginning guitar book, finds what he's looking for and crudely begins to play and sing "If I Had a Hammer."
                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (singing)
                                If I had a hammer
                                I'd hammer in the mornin'
                                I'd hammer in the evenin'
                                All over this land
                                I'd hammer out danger
                                I'd hammer out warnin'
                                I'd hammer out love between
                                My brothers and my-

Phil's Dad looks at his watch and jumps to his feet.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                -- Holy Christ! Look at the time, I gotta get
                                dressed.

His Dad abruptly exits.

                                                                 PHIL
                                -- Sisters . . .

Phil sighs, picks up his cigarette, which has gone out, and puts it in his mouth. He takes his guitar over to the mirror and begins posing again.

                                                                 PHIL
                                The one, the only, Phil Buckley!

Phil strums the guitar, adds in the sound of the cheering crowd, and smokes his unlit cigarette like he's Frank Sinatra.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

INT. PHIL'S HOUSE/ LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Phil steps into the living room all dressed up and ready to go out, his guitar case in hand. His mother, father and brother all sit watching the black and white TV, while eating TV dinners at folding TV tables (Ronald Reagan is pitching "20 Mule Team Borax," saying, "I'm standing here in a borax mine . . ."). None of the three can look away from the TV for more than a brief second.

                                                                 DAN
                                Where ya goin'

                                                                 PHIL
                                Out.

                                                                 DAN
                                Where?

                                                                 PHIL
                                None o' your beeswax, ratfink.

                                                                 MR. BUCKLEY
                                Phil's got a date with a folkie girl.

This catches his Mother and brother's interest.

                                                                 MRS. BUCKLEY
                                What's a folkie girl?

                                                                 DAN
                                You know, mom, like Mary from Peter, Paul
                                & Mary. She's hot stuff, too.

                                                                 MRS. BUCKLEY
                                Oh, well, she is a lovely girl.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah, but I'm not going out with her.

                                                                 DAN
                                So, where ya goin'?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (hesitantly)
                                To the Purple Onion.

                                                                 DAN
                                That's a folk club, right?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (nods)
                                Yeah, what of it?

                                                                 DAN
                                So, what's up? Are you suddenly becoming a
                                folkie like Bob Dylan?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (embarrassed)
                                Maybe I am and maybe I'm not!

                                                                 MRS. BUCKLEY
                                And you're performing?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (coughs)
                                Yeah.

All three look at him in astonishment.

                                                                 DAN
                                But Phil, you don't know how to play the guitar.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yes I do.
                                                           (everyone looks at
                                                           him in silence)
                                Kind of.

                                                                 DAN
                                Well, just remember one thing, Phil.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah. What's that?

                                                                 DAN
                                The answer is blowin' in the wind.

This gets a laugh from his family as they all simultaneously turn back to the television, suddenly mesmerized in rapt silence as a new show begins. Phil exits quietly.

EXT. PHIL'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Phil gets outside holding his guitar case. He lights up a cigarette, hikes up his windbreaker jacket and poses like James Dean. He looks back at the house and sees his family through the front window illuminated in flickering blue. Phil clamps the cigarette between his teeth and walks purposefully down the driveway.

EXT. PHIL'S BLOCK - NIGHT (Digital Effect)

Phil walks up the block, passing house after house that all look exactly the same, all of them with the same flickering, radiant blue TV light illuminating their living rooms. Phil flicks his butt, hunches his shoulders and heads off into the night.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

ACT TWO:

EXT. THE PURPLE ONION - NIGHT

Phil comes walking up to the front of the Purple Onion, and it's a whole, big-deal, folk scene. There are folkies all over the place. All the men are wearing sport coats and thin ties and the women are wearing skirts and dresses. There are a lot of crewcuts on the boys, girls with their hair up or wearing babushkas, and many cool hats on both the men and the women. Almost everybody smokes cigarettes.

Phil approaches warily. Who are these people? He knows no one. Except Lorraine, that is, who stands in front of the club handing out flyers.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Please come to this meeting tomorrow, it's
                                really important. See what you can do, OK?

The person takes the flyer and one step later tosses it on the ground. Lorraine looks pained, goes over and picks it up. She sees Phil standing there, smiles and waves him over.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Phil.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Lorraine.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                You made it.

Phil steps up.

                                                                 PHIL
                                I said I would, didn't I.

Lorraine gives him a hug and a kiss, which Phil finds very encouraging. She gives him his 3rd flyer, but keeps holding onto his hand.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Yes, you did. Will you be here tomorrow for
                                the meeting?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (nods)
                                Yeah, I think I will.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                You gonna sing a song tonight?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yep.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                What song?

                                                                 PHIL
                                I'm not telling. What song are you singing?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                "If I Had a Hammer."
                                                           (Phil grimaces like he
                                                           was kicked in the gut)
                                What's the matter? Don't you like it?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (grins painfully)
                                No, no, it's a great Peter, Paul & Mary song.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                It's a Weavers song. Peter, Paul & Mary re-did
                                it.


                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (not listening)
                                Yeah, right, the Wheelers. They're great, too.

Just then a slouchy fellow named TERRY, with thick, black-rimmed glasses, and rather long, shaggy hair, walks up and gets a big hug and a kiss from Lorraine, which distresses Phil.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Hey, Lorraine.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Hey, Terry. You made it.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Said I would.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                This is Phil.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Nice to meet you, Phil.

He puts out his hand. Phil somewhat begrudgingly shakes Terry's hand.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah. You, too.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (to Terry)
                                Are you singing a song?

                                                                 TERRY
                                No.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (frowning)
                                Really? How come?

                                                                 TERRY
                                'Cause I don't want to.

Phil looks at Terry with sudden respect, then glances down at the guitar in his own hand -- why the hell is he singing a song? Phil is about to bring this up to Lorraine when she turns away and yells.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Make way for the pregnant lady!

A good-looking couple in their mid-twenties comes walking up, both holding guitar cases. They are ALVIN & DEBBIE and Debbie is six months pregnant. They too give Lorraine hugs and kisses. Lorraine introduces Phil and Terry.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Phil, Terry; Debbie and Alvin.

Everybody shakes hands and says hello. Phil attempts to speak to Lorraine again.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Uh, Lorraine --

Lorraine is paying attention to Alvin & Debbie.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                So, are you guys going to sing?

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                Yeah, we're all signed up and everything.
                                All I need is a few drinks first.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Me, too.

Lorraine and Debbie both laugh. Phil looks at Terry who seems casually bemused, then he turns back to Lorraine.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Um . . .

Lorraine points at Phil.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Phil's singing a song, too.

Alvin slaps Phil on the back.

                                                                 

                                                                 ALVIN
                                Good, I thought maybe we were the only ones.
                                Man oh man, we've been practicing our heads
                                off.

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                I'll bet we've rehearsed this song a thousand
                                times.

Phil looks like he's about to say something when Lorraine takes hold of his arm and leads him inside.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Let's get you signed up so you don't miss your
                                big chance to sing. Phil's gonna be a famous singer
                                some day, like Bobby Darin and Al Martino.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Boy oh boy are you in the wrong place.

Lorraine hustles Phil inside and the others happily follow along.

                                                                 PHIL
                                She means, Dean Martin.

                                                                 TERRY
                                I got news for you, Dean Martin wouldn't be caught
                                dead in this joint.

INT. THE PURPLE ONION - NIGHT

Lorraine, Phil and the others enter the Purple Onion, a small dark club that's pretty much full. Lorraine points down toward the stage.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                I've got the front table staked out with my guitar.
                                We'll be right there.

Terry, Alvin and Debbie head to the table.

Lorraine takes Phil over to the M.C., a 40-year old guy with a graying beard, who stands behind a crude lighting board. The M.C. looks at Phil and winces.


                                                                 M.C.
                                Who's he?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                A friend.

                                                                 M.C.
                                You sure have a lot of friends.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                As a matter of fact I do, what's it to you?

                                                                 M.C.
                                Nothing. Not a thing.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (nods at Phil)
                                He wants to sing.

                                                                 M.C.
                                Then sing out, my friend, sing out. What's your
                                name?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Phil Buckley.

                                                                 M.C.
                                OK, Phil there you go.

The M.C. writes "Phil" at the bottom of the Hootenanny list, a blackboard with ten acts listed above him. Phil gulps, thinking what have I done? The M.C. tells Phil:

                                                                 M.C.
                                Keep in mind, though, friend, that with ten acts
                                ahead of you there's a pretty good chance you
                                won't get to go on at all.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (mumbles to himself)
                                God willing.


                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (encouraging)
                                Oh, now. You said you want to be a musician,
                                right?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Right.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Here you go.
                                                           (to the M.C.)
                                Are we set for tomorrow?

The M.C. steps up to Lorraine and whispers in her ear.

                                                                 M.C.
                                Sure. Uh, Lorraine . . . ?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Yeah?

                                                                 M.C.
                                                           (shakes his head)
                                Later.

Lorraine and Phil walk across the club.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (excited)
                                I'm so glad Terry made it, I really think you two will
                                hit it off. He's really smart. I met him at a sit-in,
                                and I met Alvin & Debbie at an SDS meeting. They
                                are very committed to the cause.

                                                                 PHIL
                                What cause?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                The cause of freedom and equality.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (nods)
                                Oh. Right. That.
                                                           (casually)
                                By the way, what are some of your favorite folk
                                songs?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (thinks)
                                Well, I really like Bob Dylan's "Talking Word War 3
                                Blues."

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (shakes his head; sighs)
                                I don't know that one.

The guitar is starting to feel like 500 pound weight to Phil.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Bring your guitar tomorrow night to the meeting
                                and we can have our own little hootenanny after-
                                ward. I'll teach it to you.

That sounds like a fine idea to Phil, who nods and grins.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Boss.

As they cross the room, Lorraine waves and says hi to just about everybody and they all wave and say hi back to her. Phil's impressed.

They arrive at the table down near the stage where Terry, Alvin & Debbie are sitting drinking a pitcher of beer and are all smoking cigarettes. Lorraine sits beside Terry. Phil quickly sits on her other side.

Lorraine leans across the table to speak and whispers with Debbie. Debbie points at Phil.

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                Wow! He looks like Troy Donahue. Where'd you
                                find him?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                At the music store. I think he's got potential, too.
                                He just needs some guidance.

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                From you, perhaps?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (considers; looks at Phil)
                                . . . Perhaps.

Phil and Terry look at each other past Lorraine's shapely rump.

                                                                 TERRY
                                                           (to Phil)
                                What song are you singing?

                                                                 PHIL
                                I'm still thinking about it. What are some your
                                favorite folk songs?

                                                                 TERRY
                                I don't like folk songs.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (confused)
                                Then what are you doing here?

Terry glances at Lorraine's derriere, then up to Phil. Phil grins and shrugs, indicating that he too is there for the same reason.

                                                                 TERRY
                                You a student?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Uh, no. I'm gonna start at SCC in the fall.

                                                                 TERRY
                                                           (grins)
                                Harvard of the highway. It's like high school with
                                ashtrays. I went for a year. Workin'?

                                                                 PHIL
                                At a shoe store. You?

                                                                 TERRY
                                I work on the college newspaper.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (nods; impressed)
                                Your parents rich?

                                                                 TERRY
                                No, not really.
                                                           (whispers and points)
                                But Lorraine's sure are.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (interested)
                                Really? But she seems so . . .

                                                                 TERRY
                                . . . Down to Earth?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah. Right.

                                                                 TERRY
                                It's the rejection of the money. Very common.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (fascinated)
                                It is?

                                                                 TERRY
                                Sure, take a look around you. What do you
                                see?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (looks around)
                                People. Folkies.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Middle-class to upper-middle-class white people,
                                with just a few token Negroes thrown in for color,
                                whose own self-hatred causes them to have to
                                pretend to help other people less fortunate than
                                themselves to ease their guilt.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (looks around)
                                Huh.

Across the table, Alvin & Debbie are having a discussion.

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                So, when will you start looking for a new job?
                                You said after the New Year, well it's February.

                                                                 ALVIN
                                But, Deb, I like my job.

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                You like your job? Come on.

                                                                 ALVIN
                                All right, I don't hate my job. I've had plenty of
                                jobs I've hated, too. And then I don't like waking
                                up in the morning.

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                But Alvin, dear, you don't make enough money.
                                We're going to need more money soon. We might
                                even have to buy a house.

                                                                 ALVIN
                                                           (holds up his hands)
                                Whoa! Slow down, will you. I'm not ready for
                                any of this.

Debbie points at her protruding belly.

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                Too late.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Hey! Come on you guys, you're out in public,
                                remember.

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                There are times when his complacency makes me
                                want to kill him.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                But you've decided to have his child instead.

Terry and Phil continue to talk.

                                                                 PHIL
                                So, you're up at State?

                                                                 TERRY
                                                           (nods)
                                Yep.

                                                                 PHIL
                                So, what are you taking up?

                                                                 TERRY
                                Time and space.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (grins)
                                I'm doin' that right here, why go to State?

                                                                 TERRY
                                Less parental supervision. More parties. More
                                chicks.

                                                                 PHIL
                                But don't they make you take tests occasionally?

                                                                 TERRY
                                Occasionally, but school's easy if you know how
                                to do it.

                                                                 PHIL
                                So what are really studying?

                                                                 TERRY
                                Computers.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Computers, huh? You really are into weird stuff.


                                                                 TERRY
                                Computers aren't so weird. Someday there'll be
                                hundreds of them, everywhere.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (shrugs)
                                Sure, if you say so.

Lorraine sits back down between Phil and Terry.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                You boys getting acquainted?

Both grunt in the affirmative.

The bearded M.C. steps up onto the small stage and speaks into the microphone.

                                                                 M.C.
                                I'd like to welcome everybody to the Purple
                                Onion's weekly Hootenanny night. This is
                                the night when we get a preview of the up-
                                coming folk stars of the future. I'd also like
                                to announce a very important meeting to be
                                held here tomorrow night to help arrange a
                                defense fund for the Springfield Five.
                                                           (Lorraine looks around
                                                           and smiles)
                                If you really care about the cause of freedom
                                you'll make sure to be here. OK. Now let's
                                have some fun. Our first act of the evening
                                is the husband and wife duo, Alvin & Debbie.
                                Let's give them a warm Purple Onion welcome.

The audience applauds as Alvin & Debbie step up on stage.

                                                                 ALVIN
                                Thank you very much. But don't get Debbie too
                                excited, she might have the baby right here.

Debbie elbows him the ribs and the audience chuckles. They launch into a highly energetic rendition of "Rock Island Line"

                                                                 ALVIN & DEBBIE
                                                           (singing)
                                Well the Rock Island Line
                                Is a mighty good road
                                Oh the Rock Island Line
                                It is the road to ride
                                The Rock Island Line
                                Is a mighty good road
                                But if ya want to ride
                                Ya gotta ride it like ya find it
                                Get your ticket at the station
                                For the Rock Island Line

                                Well I may be right
                                And I may be wrong
                                I know you're gonna miss me
                                When I'm gone

Underneath the table, Phil edges his foot over until it's beside Lorraine's foot. Phil moves his foot the next inch so that his foot is now touching Lorraine's foot. He glances over and she gives no sign of anything other than being mesmerized by the singing.

                                                                 ALVIN & DEBBIE
                                Well the Rock Island Line
                                Is a mighty good road
                                Oh the Rock Island Line
                                It is the road to ride
                                The Rock Island Line
                                Is a mighty good road
                                But if ya want to ride
                                Ya gotta ride it like ya find it
                                Get your ticket at the station
                                For the Rock Island Line

                                Little Emmalina
                                Sittin' in the shade
                                Countin' all the money
                                That we ain't made

Terry moves his foot until it's touching Lorraine's other foot. We see Lorraine note the situation, then throw a glance at both boys. They both smile innocently.

                                                                 ALVIN & DEBBIE
                                Well the Rock Island Line
                                Is a mighty good road
                                Oh the Rock Island Line
                                It is the road to ride
                                The Rock Island Line
                                Is a mighty good road
                                But if ya want to ride
                                Ya gotta ride it like ya find it
                                Get your ticket at the station
                                For the Rock Island Line

The audience has enjoyed this very much and claps loudly and stomps their feet. Grinning, Alvin & Debbie return to their seats. Lorraine puts her arms around both of them.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                You see, those endless hours of practicing pay off.

                                                                 ALVIN
                                                           (grinning)
                                They sure do.

Phil looks like he's in pain. Debbie grabs the pitcher of beer.

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                I need a drink. Who needs refills?

Everyone holds up their mug.

Terry turns to Phil looking somewhat impressed.

                                                                 TERRY
                                That was pretty good.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah.

                                                                 TERRY
                                So, uh, you a big folk music fan?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (shakes his head)
                                No, not really. Folk music's OK.

                                                                 TERRY
                                What kind of music do you like?

Phil looks around to see if anyone is listening.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (lowers his voice)
                                I like rock & roll.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Me, too. Like what?

                                                                 PHIL
                                I like Elvis.

                                                                 TERRY
                                                           (nods)
                                Yeah. He's boss. And Chuck Berry.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah.

Lorraine returns to her seat between Phil and Terry.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                What are you boys talking about.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Rock & roll music.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (waves it away)
                                That's for children.
                                                           (points at the stage)
                                Now that was music! Bebop-a-lula? Tutti fruitti,
                                oh Rudy? Come on, boys, grow up.

Phil and Terry both feel chastised. Lorraine sees someone she knows and moves off.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Excuse me a sec, I've got work to do.

Lorraine picks up a pile of her flyers and heads off.

Lorraine cruises around the club handing out flyers. Yellow flyers are set down on the table and quickly used as coasters, folded and put into pockets, phone numbers are written on them, corners torn off, one gets folded up and put under the short leg of a table.

A yellow flyer comes down revealing four middle-aged people, three men in suits and ties and a woman in a dressy dress, all looking at the flyers and guzzling a pitcher of beer. They are: PETE, LEE, FRED and the woman is RONNIE. Collectively they are the FOUR FEATHERS. They all drink heartily and wave around the flyers.

                                                                 RONNIE
                                It looks good. How's it going?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Good. We ought to have a lot of people. But I
                                still need you guys to be there.

                                                                 RONNIE
                                Need? Oh, come on, Lorraine, you can handle
                                this. I'm sure you've got everything completely
                                under control.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Well, yeah, I do, but still . . .

                                                                 RONNIE
                                Well, don't depend on me being there. You've
                                got to finally handle things on your own.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                I know.

                                                                 RONNIE
                                I remember the first meeting I organized. It was a
                                garment-workers strike just after the war. Somewhere
                                in Upstate New York.

                                                                 PETE
                                Gloversville.

                                                                 LEE
                                That's right, Gloversville. Lordy, they almost tore
                                the house down.

                                                                 RONNIE
                                Those were the days.

The Four Feathers all toast and drink.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Good luck, tonight, you guys.

                                                                 RONNIE
                                Thanks, you, too. And I just know your meeting
                                will be great.

                                                                 LEE
                                Sure.

                                                                 PETE
                                Absolutely.

Lorraine walks away.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (to herself)
                                Shit! She's not gonna be there. I was depending
                                on her.

The M.C. steps up beside Lorraine and takes her arm.

                                                                 M.C.
                                Lorraine, you've got to help me.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Sure, Marty, how?
                                                           (he tries to speak, but all
                                                           that comes out are inaudible
                                                           noises)
                                What is it?

                                                                 M.C.
                                You just have to sleep with me, Lorraine. You
                                have to.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                I do, huh?

                                                                 M.C.
                                I love you Lorraine.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Oh, for God's sake. That's ridiculous.

                                                                 M.C.
                                                           (stung)
                                Oh, it is, huh? You want to use the club tomorrow,
                                right?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (indignant)
                                You already said I could use the club tomorrow.

                                                                 M.C.
                                Right. I did. And I mean it, too. And I don't
                                expect anything in return, either.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Don't you?

                                                                 M.C.
                                                           (smiles)
                                Well . . .

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                I thought you honestly cared about the Springfield
                                Five.

                                                                 M.C.
                                                           (distracted)
                                Who? Oh, them. Yeah, I do. But Lorraine, please
                                think of the good you could do, for me. Please.

Lorraine turns and walks away, her expression saying, "When hell freezes over."

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